Alright, so folks have been asking a bit about this “fajing sun” thing I’ve been doing. It’s not some ancient secret, really, more like something I stumbled into and just kept doing. Figured I’d share how it all went down for me.
How It Started
Honestly, I was feeling a bit sluggish, you know? Like my get-up-and-go had got-up-and-gone. I read somewhere about sunlight being good, and I remembered some old martial arts talk about “fajing” – that explosive energy thing. So, I thought, why not mix ’em? Sounds kinda silly, I know.
So, the first step was actually dragging myself out of bed. That was a battle, let me tell you. My alarm would go off, and I’d just lie there, thinking, “Is this really worth it?” Most mornings, the answer was a grumpy “probably not,” but I’d do it anyway.
The Actual “Practice”
Okay, so once I was up, usually just as the sun was peeking over the horizon, I’d find a spot. My balcony worked best, sometimes the park if I was feeling ambitious. The key was direct sunlight, not too harsh, just that early morning glow.
Then, the “fajing” part. It’s not like I was doing flying kicks or anything. For me, it was more about:
- Standing there, feeling the sun on my skin.
- Taking some deep breaths, trying to, like, soak in the light.
- Then, I’d do these slow, deliberate movements. Imagine trying to push something heavy, but really, really slowly, feeling every muscle. Sometimes I’d hold a pose that felt, I don’t know, “powerful,” until I felt a bit of a tingle or warmth spreading.
It sounds weird describing it. It wasn’t about a perfect form. It was about trying to feel some kind of inner… push? Yeah, a push, while the sun was doing its thing. Some days I felt like a complete idiot, especially if a neighbor saw me. Old Mrs. Henderson next door definitely thinks I’ve lost it.
The Ups and Downs
First few weeks? Honestly, I felt mostly tired and a bit silly. No magic lightning bolts or instant energy. I almost gave up, like, a dozen times. One morning, a bird decided my head was a good landing spot. That was… an experience. Almost took it as a sign to quit.
But I’m stubborn. So, I kept at it. Slowly, and I mean real slowly, things started to shift. It wasn’t like a sudden revelation. More like, I noticed I wasn’t hitting that 3 PM slump as hard. Or I’d wake up feeling a tiny bit less like a zombie.
Where I’m At Now
So, this “fajing sun” thing, it’s part of my routine. It’s not a cure-all, and I still have days where I feel like I’m just going through the motions. But overall? I feel more… grounded. A bit more centered. The biggest thing is probably that feeling of starting the day doing something for myself, something a bit odd, but mine.
It’s not for everyone, I guess. And I’m sure someone out there who actually knows about “fajing” would laugh at my version. But hey, it works for me. Or at least, I think it does. And sometimes, that’s all that matters, right?
